Middle Finger lyrics

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Juvy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Rocking in this b*tch, I'm rocking with my n*ggas
Yeah, everybody strapped, we all toting pistols
We'll blow this b*tch, like a f*cking whistle
We kicking down that door, better hit the floor
Yeah we flexing getting dough, getting cash hoe
Yeah she really on our di*k, she really want it bro
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys

[Verse 1]
Playing with them toys, playing with them guns
We don't shoot for fun, pus*y n*gga dumb
I be blowing gas, boutta pass out
What she walking round, what, with her ass out
Yеah them bands out, yeah my wrist froze
Yеah my neck froze, these b*tches really know
Young n*gga world b*tch, young n*gga way b*tch
Army Gang sh*t, that's for life b*tch
40th Ave in this b*tch, know how we rocking
Throwing fours in this b*tch, everybody solid
Yeah we kicking down them doors, thugging is a habit
Know I'm dripping so much sauce these n*ggas like to copy
Why the copy me? Why they stopping me
Why they tryna ride around, thinking 'bout dropping me
Thinking 'bout killing me, thinking 'bout shooting me
Man these n*ggas dumb man, I be smoking skunky
[Chorus]
Rocking in this b*tch, I'm rocking with my n*ggas
Yeah, everybody strapped, we all toting pistols
We'll blow this b*tch, like a f*cking whistle
We kicking down that door, better hit the floor
Yeah we flexing getting dough, getting cash hoe
Yeah she really on our di*k, she really want it bro
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys

[Verse 2]
How you thinking? What the f*ck is you talking 'bout
If you want some war, we pulling up and we shoot it out
What we pulling up, we pulling up and we air it out
Yes she in the back, with her motherf*cking legs up
Yes she got her legs up, you know a n*gga fed up
Plus he got his bread up, those n*ggas ain't scaring us
Man them n*ggas fake as f*ck, man them n*ggas flaw as f*ck
Man I swear we raw as f*ck, man they don't wanna f*ck with us
Yeah, yeah, man they don't wanna f*ck with us, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, these n*ggas they don't wanna f*ck with us
Oh yeah, hoe, okay, uh, okay
We gon' shoot this b*tch broad day
We gon' spray this b*tch broad day
Swear we ain't gon' play
I'm just frying on this beat, you know Juvy gon' spray
I be smoking on that gas, done deal every day
I can't really play them games, man that sh*t is kinda lame
n*ggas do it for the fame man, I swear these n*ggas lame
[Chorus]
Rocking in this b*tch, I'm rocking with my n*ggas
Yeah, everybody strapped, we all toting pistols
We'll blow this b*tch, like a f*cking whistle
We kicking down that door, better hit the floor
Yeah we flexing getting dough, getting cash hoe
Yeah she really on our di*k, she really want it bro
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys
Middle fingers to the law, ain't f*cking with them boys

[Outro]
That's that gang, that's that real stanky sh*t
Yeah that fishstick on my hip, yeah, that's a .40 on my sh*t
That's a .40 with a di*k, it got a beam on that b*tch
And we speeding real fast in this beamer dumb b*tch
And this b*tch is hot as f*ck, like a steamer dumb b*tch
Middle fingers to them pus*y, we ain't with them pus*y jits
We be posted everyday, we be serving everyday